And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3952 | 2019-02-19 19:21:37 | 126.92 | 99% |
| 1071 | 2017-08-29 14:23:41 | 102.93 | 98% |
| 906 | 2017-08-19 01:21:51 | 82.85 | 95% |
| 843 | 2017-07-29 23:34:43 | 90.12 | 96% |
| 550 | 2017-07-17 02:10:27 | 88.71 | 97% |